The Academy’s Unrivaled Professor - Chapter 11

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Academy’s Absolute Professor Episode 011
At last, I found one.
Fourth floor of the West Wing, National Academy.
On a nameplate hanging at the far end of the corridor, characters were engraved.

A gathering of cadets who research Martial Arts.
It sounded plausible enough.
Where in the National Academy would you find a cadet who didn’t study Martial Arts?
Of course, the reality was something else entirely.
A social club that admitted only well-connected cadets—heirs to major guilds, children of the political and business elite, third-generation chaebol sons and daughters.
“Things have been noisy lately.”
“Because of that contract professor?”
“Don’t even mention it. It’s practically become an urban legend. There’s talk he’s not a parachute appointee but a killing machine bred by the Administrative Bureau.”
“Rumors need some restraint. Have you ever seen a killing machine that drinks alcohol?”
“Still, if he threw off his murderous aura once and nearly sent most of the cadets to the infirmary, doesn’t that suggest there’s something to it?”
As varied reactions circulated, someone’s gaze drifted toward the window.
“Yusik, what do you think?”
At the curious question from a female cadet, every eye in the room turned toward one person at once.
“You participated in that class because of the suspension incident last time, didn’t you? Are the rumors true?”
………
Cha Yusik did not answer.
She merely sat with her legs crossed, staring out the window.
“Ahem, cough. Yusik must be tired today.”
The girl retreated awkwardly.
They did not know.
Beneath the table, the muscles in Cha Yusik’s crossed thighs were trembling violently, convulsing like they had a mind of their own.
‘Is this even right?’
Cha Yusik bit her lip.
From the first class on Sunday, the contract professor had been making her hold a horse stance for three hours every single day.
That was truly all he did.
He taught her nothing else.
‘Maybe he doesn’t have the ability to teach, so he’s just setting up this punishment to kill time?’
But she couldn’t quit either.
Because the others persisted to the end.
If she gave up now and he suddenly revealed some secret technique, she’d go mad from frustration.
‘I feel like I’m being scammed, honestly.’
But what irritated her more was that she couldn’t even conclusively call it a complete con.
“Yusik? Are you really unwell? Your complexion is pale.”
At the voice of a cadet across from her, Cha Yusik finally snapped back to reality.
Her lips twisted.
“If you’re curious, register for it next semester.”
“……What?”
“Of course, assuming you have the nerve to cross the line he’s drawn.”

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Where was the most crowded spot among the cadets?
Ask any passerby, and a hundred out of a hundred would say the Divine Hall.
A massive, majestic structure that rose commandingly, as if boasting the Academy’s grandeur.
Splash—
In the center of the plaza before it stood a fountain, where countless people crossed paths without pause.
Cadets rushing between specialized lectures, young high school visitors on school trips, ordinary tourists gathered in small groups taking photographs.
‘Where could it be?’
Kang Hyeon sat languidly on a bench in the corner of the plaza.
His gaze seemed indifferent, but in truth, he was scanning the physiques and constitutions of every cadet who passed.
‘Show yourself. Any constitution that matches even slightly with the Martial Arts of the Seven Elders will do.’
Every morning, after class ended, his true work began.
Wandering the Academy in search of a vessel to complete the Seven Stars Formation.
‘Why haven’t I found a single one yet?’
Suddenly, the faces of the elders who had found him—thirteen years old with a Heavenly Slaughter Body—surfaced in his memory.
Was that why?
So that’s why you were dancing around like a madman and laughing like you’d lost your mind?
Sometimes I have dreams.
I wake up bruised all over, nightmares of deranged old men beating me senseless.
Struck, broken, coughing blood—each time I wake just as my breath seems about to stop forever.
‘Damned old bastards.’
Even dead, they won’t leave me alone.
Gulp.
A sip of whiskey from the Tumbler was all it took to suppress the nausea.
“Kang Hyeon! Hyeon! Hah, hah!”
Someone was running toward him from a distance, gasping for breath.
It was Lee Se-ah.
“Lee Se-ah?”
“Why do you keep wandering around like this? Hah, hah.”
“I told you. Stop following me.”
She wiped the sweat from her face and collapsed onto the bench across from him.
“Following you is my job, sir.”
“I said you can quit that job.”
“My direct superior is the bureau director, sir.”
“Give me the director’s contact.”
“Please don’t.”
Lee Se-ah backed down because Kang Hyeon seemed like he actually would do it.
“But why are you wandering around outside so much anyway?”
“If you knew, would you solve it for me?”
“Of course I would! Just tell me what it is, sir. I may look like this, but I graduated top of my class at the Administrative Bureau. I’m on the Special Operations Team, so I have good intelligence resources. What is it you need?”
“Then find me a constitution. Someone with the Heavenly Pulse Eyes, or the Nine Yin Severed Meridians, or the Nine Yang Defeated Meridians, or Ghost Eyes. And the Heavenly Slaughter Body or Vajra Body would be good too.”
“…What?”
Lee Se-ah’s eyes went blank.
“What are those?”
“You said you had good intelligence.”
“Oh, I’ll look into it.”
“Never mind.”
She wouldn’t know, of course.
Those were rare physiques that might appear once every thousand years, even in the Martial World obsessed with Martial Arts.
He hadn’t really expected anything anyway.
Kang Hyeon stared at Lee Se-ah as her breathing gradually steadied.
‘Why does she work so hard?’
He knew.
When he’d moved to the Professor Dormitory recently, she’d set up everything for him—furniture, liquor cabinet, the works.
On top of that, she’d moved into the adjacent dormitory and still hadn’t left.
It was truly astounding patriotism.
‘The Martial World had people like that too.’
Loyalty, responsibility, greater cause.
People who wore grand titles and ground their lives away.
“You can take it easy, kid.”
Kang Hyeon spoke lazily, lifting the Tumbler to his lips.
“Grinding away your life like that won’t earn you any gratitude.”
These were bitter truths learned in twenty years of the Martial World, living like a beast to save the world.
Country, loyalty, all of it.
How can you do anything right when you can’t even take care of yourself?
“It doesn’t matter if no one appreciates it.”
“What?”
“I know, sir. I know that what I’m doing right now is incredibly important.”
“Is that so?”
A self-imposed mission, then…….
He’d seen plenty of that type.
Noble but foolish.
“Do what you think is right. The more you struggle, the more you’ll understand what…….”
Kang Hyeon trailed off and stiffened.
His lazy eyes suddenly sharpened with intensity.
‘What is this.’
Across from the Fountain Plaza.
A single female student walked through the throngs of people.
Short black hair that shimmered with each step.
But contrasting starkly with it were eyes of pale blue.
‘Insane.’
Kang Hyeon’s heart lurched violently.
‘The Heavenly Pulse Eyes!’
Eyes that pierced through the flow of blood meridians and Qi with intuitive clarity!
Kang Hyeon possessed such eyes too, but those had been developed artificially afterward by those mad old men forcing poisonous plant extract into his eyes.
These were inborn Spiritual Eyes!
‘This is genuinely remarkable.’
A sharp thrill ran through him.
A legendary rare physique that appeared once every thousand years in the Martial World, and here it was walking past him mere days after arriving at the Academy?
How was that even possible?
“You said you didn’t want to clock out?”
“Yes?”
Lee Se-ah blinked, repeating the question back.
“That student.”
Kang Hyeon’s chin gestured toward the short-haired female student beyond the fountain.
“Look into her.”
“Who, sir?”
“The black-haired, short-haired girl with the blue eyes.”
“Ah, understood!”
Among the seven old men, there was one who oversaw the Water Formation—a member named Gwang-su.
Even he had made a habit of lamenting that without the Heavenly Pulse Eyes, it was difficult to fully unleash the power of the Water Formation.
If it was this girl?
She might be able to command the Water Formation even more perfectly than Gwang-su.
The very Formation Method he most desperately needed right now to wash away Asura’s Poison Qi.
A deep smile spread across Kang Hyeon’s lips.

* * *
Not long after, Lee Se-ah returned with the student’s name in hand.
“Student Baek Yu-yeon, nineteenth class.”
“Details?”
“One moment.”
Tap, tap!
Lee Se-ah consulted the records on her Tablet and began the briefing.
“Wow, this student is apparently a prodigy who’s incredibly famous within the Academy. Top grades, and more than that, she possesses perfect memory—everything she sees once, she never forgets. That’s why she has a nickname among the students.”
“A nickname?”
“A walking encyclopedia. Apparently, any complex Formation Method or Heart Method Formulae—she sees them once and commits them perfectly to memory. The professors are supposedly amazed by it.”
Kang Hyeon shook his Tumbler silently.
‘The Talent of Non-Forgetting.’
The talent of never forgetting what one has seen.
In truth, it was an ability that inevitably accompanied anyone who possessed the Heavenly Pulse Eyes.
The Heavenly Pulse Eyes pierced through the essence, not the surface.
And so, the complicated Formulae or the unfolding of Formation Methods—mere shells—were impossible to forget.
“Her major?”
“Martial Arts Medicine.”
Perfect.
Kang Hyeon exulted inwardly.
A perfect match for the old man Gwang-su’s specialty.
“Notable detail: she’s a favored disciple of Professor Hwang Ye-rim. Professor Hwang is the nation’s foremost authority in Martial Arts Medicine.”
He began to understand, just a thread’s worth, the feelings of those old men.
So this was what it felt like to discover a vessel.
Of course, understanding them did nothing to make him follow in their footsteps.
‘So how should I proceed?’
That would require careful thought.
A prodigy in Martial Arts Medicine would inevitably possess an exceptional intellectual curiosity and thirst in that field.
And in that very field, Kang Hyeon had confidence he was second to no one in this world.

* * *
Evening light cast the Academy in shades of crimson red.
On the roof of the Divine Hall, Kang Hyeon sat at ease with a whiskey bottle, gazing down at the world below.
‘There she is.’
A dark-haired, short-haired female student dragging armloads of textbooks nearly as large as her own body.
Baek Yu-yeon, the prospective disciple who possessed the Heavenly Pulse Eyes.
She had already marked her spot in his mind so firmly that no other student registered in his sight.
He was following the back of her figure with interest when it happened.
Thud.
Someone stepped into Baek Yu-yeon’s path.
A tall male student with a polished, handsome face.
‘Does she have a boyfriend?’
Kang Hyeon rested his chin on his hand, watching with curiosity.
But the atmosphere between them felt oddly wrong for the tentative stirrings of young romance.
“Baek Yu-yeon.”
At the man’s call, Baek Yu-yeon paused and adjusted her grip on the books.
“Mi, Min-woo?”
“Have you thought about it?”
The man called Min-woo pulled out a stiff sheet of paper from his chest and thrust it before her eyes.
Even from a distance, it had the unmistakable shape of a contract.
“It’s an agreement that after graduation, you’ll work for ten years in our guild’s medical corps.”
“…….”
“All you have to do is sign it.”
“Mm.”
Baek Yu-yeon bit her lips and squeezed her eyes shut.
Watching from the roof, Kang Hyeon’s brow twitched.
‘What’s this situation?’
A ten-year exclusive contract?
Without asking whom?
The languor in Kang Hyeon’s eyes turned sharp in an instant.
“What are you two doing here?”
A rough, delinquent voice cut between them.
‘Huh?’
Kang Hyeon’s eyes widened.
‘Gwak Do-jin?’
What was he doing here?
The situation was turning out to be entertaining.
He’d been drinking alone, finding the snacks rather sparse.
Now it seemed an excellent floor show was presenting itself.

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